[Bailey.]

All I remember is that I was on a ship with my owner, and eveyone screamed. I remember jumping on a raft and floating away, and looking back to see everyone just floating there. After I got to shore on New York City, I saw on the news that my ship blew up. It blew up because someone left the natural gas on in the kitchen over night, and that I was the only thing and person, forsay, that survived. Everyone was dead. No one new that a little 3 year old dog survived, no one cared. I just couldn't beleve my owner had died. But then I heard a yell of my name, a woman yelling,'' Dot, Dot come here girl, Dot!'' I turn around and there she was. ''What?" I thought,"She must have survived too." She did all she suffered was a broken arm. Now thanks to her I'm safe home again, with her like it always has been, and always will be, forever.
Tell me what you think.